He sat down and entertained us with his anecdotes. My mistress would not deign to question him. Finally he said: " Er I heard from my people."
"Yes?" said Mme Storey, with perfect indifference.
Jake glanced questioningly at the rest of us.
"Oh, you may speak freely," she told him; "these people are in on everything I do."
"Well," said Jake, "the organization suggests that you go back to Fossberg"s and turn a second trick. First-rate publicity in that. It will be the last place they"d expect you. If you make your second visit before the clerks have time to recover their nerve, it"ll be a walk-away!"
"Not a bad idea," said Mme Storey, with a subtle smile.
My heart began to beat with the same old suffocating fear of the future.
VIII.
Next morning we plunged into our preparations again. We already had full information as to the plan and layout of the Fossberg store, and had now to concoct a new line of approach that would stand as good a chance of success as the old.
Bert Farren, who was sent up to make a preliminary reconnaissance, reported that the revolving door had been replaced with two pairs of swinging doors. These doors swung either way. Also, a carriage opener had been hired to stand outside.
It was obvious that he was a detective in disguise, and armed. This man seemed to me like a fatal obstacle in the way of our success, but Mme Storey smiled when she heard about him.
"It will make the problem more interesting," she said.
We struck another snag when Inspector Rumsey approached Benjamin Fossberg with our proposition. He met with a flat refusal.
It was somebody else"s turn to be the goat, Fossberg said; he and his brother had not recovered from the shock of the first hold-up. The inspector was finally forced to bring him down to our office, for Mme Storey to exert her charm upon him.
She finally won a reluctant consent, with the stipulation that both brothers be allowed to absent themselves from the store when the stunt was pulled off. Mme Storey had no objection to this, of course.
Fossberg pointed out that he had now no excuse to deprive the clerks of their guns.
"Then load them with blanks," said Mme Storey. "They"ll never know the difference. Let there be an exchange of shots. It will add drama to the affair."
In these preliminary discussions it soon developed that I was to be put forward this time as the princ.i.p.al performer. Mme Storey could not be the first to enter the store without adding a disguise to her disguise, and this she could not do since it was necessary for the success of the affair that the clerks should recognize her in the end.
The realization of what they expected of me almost overwhelmed me, but not quite, for now I was borne up by the secret hope that when the actual moment came I should be able to play my part as well as any of them. In the meantime, though, I suffered all the torments of the d.a.m.ned.
This "living dangerously", as Jake termed it, was not all that it was cracked up to be.
We continued to frequent the Boule" Miche" late at night, and our prestige there was growing. Through Jake and through Bat Bartley we were gradually becoming acquainted with all the "operators" or "adventurers", as they termed themselves. Most of them were incredibly young, and all distinguished by the childish vanity which seems to be inseparable from the modern crook. Among them were several of the girls who alternated in the role of the Bobbed-Haired Bandit.
I understood that there were at least half a dozen bobbed-hair bandits. These youngsters, recognizing a great character in Mme Storey, instinctively deferred to her. She would have made good with them, even without the infernal halo of Kate Arkledon"s reputation around her head.
One of the girls quite won my heart. They called her Brownie. She was not strictly beautiful, her mouth being too wide and her blue eyes set too far apart, but she had that indefinable something which is called charm.
Her frank gaiety was irresistible. It was her finest qualities which had driven her into a.s.sociation with these thieves a hatred of smugness and sham. Under happier circ.u.mstances she might have adorned the highest circles.
After it was all over we tried to find this girl, but she had disappeared. Like May-flies they enjoy their brief dance in the sun then oblivion.
I may say here that none of these young people suffered as a result of Mme Storey"s activities in the case. It was agreed between her and Inspector Rumsey that the police must do their own work in respect to apprehending the small fry.
My mistress"s interest lay with the cold-hearted man or men who remained in safety in the background, profiting by the recklessness of the young. But of course she always meant to get Falseface Petro and Tony Lanza; that she owed to herself.
My heart gave a great jump when I first saw these two enter the Boule" Miche". Now for the acid test of our disguise, I thought, glancing at my mistress and at my own reflection in the mirror.
We had been playing our roles for many days now, and they had become second nature to us; there was little likelihood that they would recognize us separately. True, for them to find us together added to the danger somewhat; but we were now in the midst of quite a large party, most of whom were known to Falseface and Tony as "safe".
The two young men had been told all about us, and that is the secret of a successful disguise i.e., to prepare in advance the minds of those whom you wish to deceive.
Jake brought them up to our table from behind me. I could feel them coming. My heart beat thickly as at the approach of a dangerous animal. Fortunately I was playing an insignificant role, and they scarcely deigned to notice me.
Little Tony was hailed by the crowd as a good fellow, while Falseface was greeted with more respect. The latter, though he was not now inaction, still maintained his pose of inscrutability.
He stood there with a good-humored sneer, as much as to say he would permit the ladies to admire him. And the worst of it was, you couldn"t help but admire him.
Conceited and empty as he was, there was power in his unnatural self-control. In that circle of grinning faces he never smiled.
It was quite thrilling to see him and Mme Storey together. Neither would yield an inch. Each affected to ignore the other; but it was none the less evident that for these two the others at the table simply did not exist.
Neither had much to say. Mme Storey smoked one cigarette after another, and through the haze of tobacco fumes her expression appeared even more cynical and reckless. Falseface Petro gave himself the languid, elegant airs of a celebrated screen star.
We had made room for the newcomers at our table, and the inevitable "cider" circulated. Of course in company like that we never discussed business; the talk was just as empty and meaningless as might have been heard at any table in the place. It was merely a noise.
"Well, what"s the good word, Falseface?"
"n.o.body"s got a good word for you, Butch."
Loud laughter greeted this sally.
"Say, you"re so quick you"re ahead of yourself. Wait till you catch up, fella."
"If I waited for you, I"d be there yet."
"Is "at so?"
Somebody broke into song: "My gal"s a high-bawn lady; She"s dahk, but not too shady "
"Where"d you dig that up, Brownie? That song was laid away when mother was a girl."
"I don"t care. I like it."
Louder: "Fedders lak a peac.o.c.k, just as gay; She"s not cullud, she was bawn that way."
"What yeh tryin" to do, compete wit" t" orchester?"
"T" orchester ain"t in it wit" me."
Fortissimo: "Down the line they can"t outshine This high-bawn gal of mine!"
". . . Odds of sixty-four to one, and she romped home. I had a tip, too, and I wouldn"t play it. I wisht somebody would kick me now."
"Hey, fellas, Tony wants somebody to kick him!"
"That"s a good show down at the Booth."
"Yeah. Lee Shubert sent me a box last week."
"Yes, he did!"
". . . They"re gonna call it the Sans Sowcy."
"What"s "at mean?"
"Soich me! Vincent Astor and young Morgan and all the big fellas belongs."
"Well, they"re nottin" in my life."
There was dancing in the middle room, and the crowd at our table was continually breaking up and reforming in different combinations. When an opportunity presented itself Mme Storey whispered to me to pa.s.s the word to our fellows to let us go home alone this night.
It turned out in the end that Falseface Petro was not as indifferent as he seemed. When Mme Storey rose to leave, he got up also in his lordly way and squired us out.
Tony followed after like his shadow.
Falseface signaled a taxi at the curb.
"Can I drop you anywhere?" he drawled.
"I live in Street," said Mme Storey.
The upshot was that Falseface and Tony accepted an invitation to come up for a last drink and a smoke. By this time we had thoroughly established our characters with them, and there was little chance of a discovery. But the sense of danger was always present; one could not relax for a moment.
How strange it seemed to be hobn.o.bbing with those two sleek young savages!
Arrived in our own little flat, none of us needed to put a curb on our tongues.
"Jake told me about the stunt you pulled off at Fossberg"s last week," said Falseface. "That was a d.a.m.n neat piece of work."
"Oh, I was just getting my hand in after quite an extended rest," said my mistress carelessly.
"What you get out of it?"
"Twenty-five thousand. That was about half what the stuff was worth."
"It"s better than I can do. Those fellows are bloodsuckers."
"You"re no slouch at the game yourself," said Mme Storey. "That was a nervy stunt you pulled in Mme Storey"s office. I like to see a woman like that get it. She"s too big for her shoes, she is."
"If you"ve got the nerve they can"t stop you!" said Falseface, pluming himself.
"Sure. That"s the principle I"ve always gone on."
"Me and you ought to be in on something together," he said with an elaborate show of indifference.
"Suits me," said my mistress. "We"re going to pull a big stunt next week. Going back to Fossberg"s to make a second cleanup. There will be good publicity in it this time."
"Well, Tony and me"s got nothing on next week," said Falseface carelessly.
"I could use a couple more men if they were the right sort," said Mme Storey. "I take a third; I"ll give you a quarter; and the rest divide what"s left. There won"t be but six or seven of as in it."
"We"re on," said Falseface, without troubling to consult his partner.
"All right," said Mme Storey. "Be here at nine to-morrow night to meet the crowd and talk things over. We"ll go on to the Boule" Miche" after."
IX.
The affair was first set for Wednesday afternoon of the following week. On Tuesday Inspector Rumsey came into our office in a state of perturbation.
He had just learned that the captain of the precinct in which Fossberg"s was situated had made a shift, and that thereafter there would be an officer on fixed post in the middle of Broadway, immediately in front of the jewelry store.
"Of course I could have given him a tip to put it off until after tomorrow," said the inspector, "but you told me most particularly not to interfere with the local police arrangements."
"Quite so," said my mistress. "If you told the captain to put it off, and then the robbery took place tomorrow, the cat would be out of the bag. And we"re not yet ready to release that cat."
"But what will you do?" asked the inspector. "You can"t make a get-away with an armed policeman outside the door."
"We"ll make a new plan," said Mme. Storey calmly. "Speaking of cats, there"s more than one way of skinning them."
"That makes two men outside the door," he said in distress.
"Well," rejoined my mistress, smiling, "there"s a back door."
To give us time to discuss the details of the new plan, and to rehea.r.s.e our parts, the affair was put off until Sat.u.r.day at ten thirty. On Sat.u.r.day mornings the volume of business is about the same as the afternoons of other days. On the afternoon of Sat.u.r.day we feared there would be too great a crowd for our comfort.
I was relieved to discover that in the new plan I was not called upon to play so dangerous a part. We were all to enter the store simultaneously.
Abell was released from any partic.i.p.ation in this holdup, much to his joy. There was no glamour about it for him. That left six of us to conduct the actual operation.
The gang was completed by a dandy chauffeur borrowed by Mme Storey from a wealthy friend. The car "stolen" for the occasion was an elegant new limousine.
On Sat.u.r.day morning at nine we met at the flat. I was in a miserable state of funk. I hope I succeeded in concealing it.
Mme Storey served out the guns, and she herself made sure that Falseface and Tony were not carrying any additional weapons. They protested against the blank sh.e.l.ls, but our leader stood firm.
"Our object is robbery, and not murder," she said coolly. "If you are obliged to shoot, the blanks will go off with just as much noise and have the same moral effect. And if there is any slip-up in our plans, you won"t land in the death chamber."
They appeared to see the force of her argument.
We left the flat separately. It fell to my part to ride uptown in the elegant car with the dandy chauffeur.